Tipsy by Cambria Hebert

be
visiting any more places like that.”
    “ Says who?” I asked, lifting
my eyebrows. Surely he wasn’t trying to boss me around.
    “ Says me.”
    My gaze slipped away from his glare and
down to the little ring in his lip. It was so close… I could just
lean forward and—
    He made a sound deep in his throat and
took my face in his hands, forcing my gaze up. “Stop
that.”
    “ I’ve never kissed anyone
with a lip piercing.”
    “ I’m your first,
huh?”
    I nodded. “Is that part of your
cover?”
    He brushed a thumb across my bottom
lip. “Yeah.”
    “ I like it.” I admitted,
looking at it once again.
    “ Do you now?” he asked,
smiling slightly.
    “ Does it hurt?”
    “ It’s very painful,” he
said, a sly look coming into his eyes. “You should kiss it. Make it
better.”
    I reached up and pulled his hands away
from my face and leaned forward. My chest brushed against his as I
tentatively drew the silver ring between my lips. My tongue swept
across the skin, lavishing the area with warm moisture, and he
groaned.
    Feeling a little bolder I rocked
forward, the area between my legs rubbing against his jeans, and
tugged a little harder on the ring as I slipped my tongue through
the center.
    Blue gripped my hips and squeezed,
holding me against him, causing this needy, throbbing sensation
within the folds of my vagina.
    After I kissed and played with the
piercing, I untangled my tongue and pulled back, but he seized
forward and caught me up in a full-on kiss. His arms locked around
me and he rolled, pinning me to the mattress, the pillows at my
back.
    The weight of his body pinned me down
as his lips ravished my mouth and his knee worked its way up
between my thighs. I gripped his biceps, wrapping my hands around
them and holding on, my hips squirming around looking for something
I knew he could give me.
    When his jean-clad knee connected right
at my center, the hard pressure of him made me cry out, but the
sound was swallowed with another sweeping kiss. His hand shoved
between us and covered my breast. The nipple hardened and rose up
to meet him, begging for more attention.
    I didn’t know how he kissed me so
thoroughly and groped me at the same time, but it was so insanely
pleasurable that all thought fled from my brain. All I could think
about was more. I wanted more. And less.
    More of him. Less of the clothes
between us.
    Blue ripped away his mouth, panting. He
pushed himself up, keeping his weight off me with both his arms. “I
should go.”
    “ Yeah,” I agreed.
    Neither of us moved.
    He stared at me for a few more moments,
his eyes seeming to take in every last detail of my face before he
slowly started to lower himself back down. It was almost like he
was warning me that he was coming. Like I would push him off or try
to get away.
    I wasn’t going anywhere. I wanted his
lips on mine like a little kid wanted an ice cream cone.
    I kept my eyes open, watching him, not
wanting to miss a single thing about his expression. I enjoyed the
way his pupils dilated with desire and his nostrils flared out just
ever so slightly. I enjoyed the way his biceps shook on either side
of my head as if keeping himself from touching me was the hardest
thing he’d ever done. He stopped short, just centimeters separating
our lips as he stared into my eyes.
    My stomach was doing some crazy
gymnastics, vaulting around inside my middle like I’d just gone on
a roller coaster ride with fifty loops and curves. If my heart beat
any more erratically, I might go into cardiac arrest.
    And then he closed the distance. His
lips brushed over mine; the contact was nothing short of jolting.
It was like I hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes making out
with him like a horny teenager. It was as if I had never kissed him
at all.
    Every single thing about him washed
over me. I felt like I was standing on top of a cliff, ready to
dive off. Anxious, delicious desire curled tightly around me,
winding me up so tight that I was